Du Ning pointed lightly at Xiong Fei, and the silver true dragon flashed with silver light and quickly appeared in front of Xiong Fei.
This scared Xiong Fei out of his wits. A huge sense of crisis surged into his heart, and he did not dare to face the fierce attack of the silver dragon.
"Lord Mingchang, save me!"
With extreme fear in his heart, Xiong Fei made a somewhat desperate cry for help.
Just when he was about to hit Xiong Fei, a figure appeared next to him, quickly grabbed Xiong Fei and dodged several feet away.
"Boom!"
There was flying sand and rocks, and thick smoke billowing.
Du Ning's eyes narrowed and he looked at the person who had just rescued Xiong Fei.
It was none other than Mingchang, the commander-in-chief of the Rakshasa tribe.
Xiong Fei narrowly escaped death and couldn't help but look overjoyed.
"Thank you, Lord Mingchang, for your life-saving grace. Thank you very much, Lord Mingchang, for your life-saving grace."
"Hmph! Useless things. Didn't you say you won't let me down? You actually want me to personally rescue you. This is simply a disgrace to my Rakshasa clan!"
Ming Chang made a scolding sound. Although saving Xiong Fei violated the rules of duel, Xiong Fei is a general of the Rakshasa tribe after all. Once he is killed by Du Ning, it will cause a greater psychological blow to the Rakshasa tribe.
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The Rakshasa tribe has been embarrassed enough today. We cannot continue to be embarrassed. Otherwise, the morale of the army will be greatly shaken.
"This is the style of the Rakshasa tribe, it's really disgusting,"
"With such virtue, he still has the nerve to look down on other races. I really don't know where the shame comes from."
"You talk like farts, you are worthy of being a Rakshasa!"
Many human generals pointed at Mingchang.
The Rakshasa people also felt that doing so was contrary to their status as a high-ranking noble group, so their momentum was naturally a bit weaker, but they still gritted their teeth and continued to face the human race.
"Mingchang, as the commander-in-chief, you actually violated the rules of duel in front of the two armies. Is this your way of claiming to be superior to others? It's really contemptible!" Du Ning showed a look of displeasure.
"Haha..."
Mingchang laughed loudly, "I will never break the rules of duel, but I will try my best to twist it!"
"Oh?"
Du Ning reluctantly accepted the other party's reason, "Do you think that I am qualified to fight you, so you rescued Xiong Fei?"
"Okay! I admit that you are indeed barely qualified to challenge me in a duel, but you are only qualified. With your cultivation, you may not be my opponent," Ming Chang said with a smile.
Xiong Fei looked at Du Ning triumphantly and said, "What a pity! You were almost able to kill me just now, but Lord Mingchang saved me, Xiong Fei's life should not have been cut off."
"Do you think I can't kill you with Mingchang by your side?"
Du Ning looked at Xiong Fei, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Du Ning was already very unhappy when Ming Chang rescued Xiong Fei, but he didn't expect that Xiong Fei, who had narrowly escaped death, would be so arrogant because of Ming Chang's support.
Jumping out of the ground and shouting, Du Ning's murderous intention became even stronger.
If Xiong Fei cannot be eliminated, not to mention that his prestige as a human monarch is damaged, he will not be able to deter these young people of the Rakshasa tribe.
"Haha...boy, what are you talking about?"
When Mingchang saw that Du Ning was not willing to let him rescue Xiong Fei, and seemed to want to kill Xiong Fei, he suddenly felt funny in his heart. He looked at Du Ning and said with a smile: "Listen to your tone,
Could it be that I can’t keep Xiong Fei?”
"You may not necessarily be able to protect him," Du Ning said slowly.
"Joke!"
Mingchang seemed to have heard a big joke. He laughed wildly and said scornfully: "I am at the fourth level of cultivation after all, and who do you think you are? A mere bachelor of the fifth level has the nerve to be here.
You are so arrogant in front of me. If I protect Xiong Fei, no one can kill him."
"Master Mingchang's great kindness will be unforgettable by my subordinates."
Xiong Fei burst into tears with gratitude, then smiled at Du Ning and said, "Did you hear that? If Lord Mingchang wants to protect me, you can't kill me!"
"But no one can protect the person I want to kill!"
With a thought in Du Ning's mind, the silver dragon opened its teeth and claws, roaring towards Xiong Fei menacingly.
"Bold!"
Mingchang blocked Xiong Fei behind him and at the same time used his magic weapon, the Black Evil Sword, which turned into a black light and slashed towards the silver dragon.
The silver dragon stretched out its front paws and slapped the black evil sword.
"Bang!"
The black evil sword was immediately knocked back by the power of the silver dragon.
This scene made Mingchang extremely shocked and angry.
It is simply a great shame that the magic weapon of a dignified fourth-level master is so easily knocked away by the other party!
"Boy! I'm going to kill you!"
Ming Chang was furious. He could feel that his dignity was ruthlessly trampled by Du Ning's strength. This was a huge provocation to Ming Chang.
The silver true dragon opened its mouth, sprayed out a burst of sharp sword energy, and simultaneously launched a large-scale attack on Mingchang and Xiongfei.
Ming Chang controlled the Black Evil Sword and was forced to resist, while Xiong Fei also used spells to defend.
Suddenly, the form of the silver true dragon's light collapsed in an instant and returned to the original body of the Kunlun Ancient Sword.
"Hugh!"
The ancient Kunlun sword turned into a silver sword and opened at full speed, bypassing Mingchang perfectly and slashing at Xiong Fei behind him.
This made Xiong Fei turn pale with fright, and exclaimed: "Master Mingchang, save me!"
"Du Ning, how dare you!"
Ming Chang's face also changed wildly. If Xiong Fei was killed by Du Ning under his protection, then even he would look down on himself.
"Poof!"
The ancient Kunlun sword passed over Xiong Fei's neck, and a big head flew up and rolled to the ground.
Xiong Fei's eyes widened, his expression full of horror, and his eyes slowly turned disbelieving. He couldn't believe that Du Ning could actually kill Ming Chang with Ming Chang around.
"Du Jun is extremely powerful and brave!"
Di Zonghu couldn't help but roar. This scene was really satisfying and it really boosted the morale of the soldiers.
"Incomparable in power and bravery!"
"Incomparable in power and bravery!"
Many scholars and generals shouted loudly, their blood boiling with excitement, and they were extremely excited.
"Impossible! Why does this happen? Why can Du Ning still kill Xiong Fei under the protection of Lord Mingchang? Could it be that Du Ning's cultivation and strength are superior to Lord Mingchang?" p>
"Absurd! Who is Du Ning? How can he be compared with our Lord Mingchang? It must be that Lord Mingchang was careless..."
"Yes, yes! Master Mingchang must have been careless, so Du Ning took advantage of him. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Du Ning to kill Xiong Fei."
Many Rakshasa people were also shocked and could not accept that Du Ning could kill Xiong Fei in front of Ming Chang, so they began to look for various excuses and reasons.
Even so, many Rakshasa tribesmen still feel endless anger.
"Du Ning!"
Mingchang's eyes were splitting instantly and he was so angry that he had never suffered such a huge humiliation!
"I just said that no one can protect the people I want to kill." Du Ning spoke slowly.
"Presumptuous! Presumptuous! Presumptuous!"
"How dare you kill Xiong Fei in front of me? This is the biggest provocation to me!"
"I originally didn't want to take action personally, but you forced me to take action personally, so no wonder I bully the weak!"
Mingchang completely exploded at this moment, no longer holding on to the noble face of the Rakshasa clan, and decided to personally kill Du Ning to vent his hatred.
Only in this way can the face of the Rakshasa clan be saved.
"Who is strong or weak can only be known by comparing."
Du Ning smiled slightly, as if he was saying that Mingchang was the weak one.
"Go to hell!"
Mingchang roared angrily and controlled the black evil sword to kill Du Ning.
"Clang!"
The Kunlun Ancient Sword quickly intercepted the Black Evil Sword, and they fought fiercely in the air.
Du Ning didn't dare to raise his hand, the light flashed in his hand, and the four treasures of the Langya suit flew out.
Only by inserting the ink stick into the inkstone can the ink be ground out. After the brush is dipped in ink, it can automatically write on the page.
"The four realms of calligraphy! A divine stroke!"
"It's actually a stroke of genius! That's something only a great scholar can do!"
"Oh my god! I didn't expect that Du Jun was just in the realm of bachelor's degree, and he could master the magic stroke. It's really eye-opening!"
"Genius! Genius! This is the real genius!"
Many generals of the human race are all amazed. The magical pen is the fourth level of calligraphy, which is extremely difficult to achieve.
But Du Ning's calligraphy already has the style of everyone else, majestic and majestic, as if it were made entirely from nature, with each stroke showing sharpness and each stroke hiding sharpness. This style of font is extremely rare in the Holy Forest Continent.
With the help of the magic pen, there is no need to use hands to write war poems.
In just a blink of an eye, I wrote a war poem "The Sword of Kunlun".
With the blessing of the power of the war poem, the power of the Kunlun Ancient Sword instantly doubled.
"Boom!"
The Black Evil Sword was instantly repulsed by the Kunlun Ancient Sword, and at the same time, an extremely obvious gap appeared on the blade.
"This is impossible!"
Mingchang turned pale in shock. His magic weapon was actually defeated by the Kunlun Ancient Sword, and he was partially traumatized. This situation was completely beyond his imagination.
The Kunlun Ancient Sword's offensive became more and more fierce, bursting out with very powerful force, and the Black Evil Sword was too busy parrying to fight back.
"Damn it! How could this happen? It shouldn't be! Why can't my magic weapon even defeat the scholar's ancient sword? Is my cultivation and strength inferior to that of a human grandmaster?"
Mingchang was a little doubtful about life at this moment, because no matter how he looked for excuses, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he could not escape the reality that Du Ning was stronger than him, the great mage of the Rakshasa tribe. p>
"No! The Black Evil Sword is about to be unable to withstand it. I have to retreat quickly!"
Mingchang saw that the Black Evil Sword could no longer resist, so he took away his magic weapon and quickly withdrew to his army camp.
Du Ning did not pursue. Once he got close to the enemy's lineup, all the magical powers and spells of the opponent's Rakshasa clan would be aimed at the Kunlun Ancient Sword. You must not do such a stupid thing.
"Archmage, why did you escape?"
Du Ning looked at the other party and asked, "Didn't you say that my cultivation level is not your match? You shouldn't run away."
Mingchang's face turned red for a while, and he almost wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"It seems like you are no match for me." Du Ning smiled proudly.
"Du Ning, shut up!"
Ming Chang's eyes were blood red, and he couldn't bear how Du Ning humiliated him. What made Ming Chang angry the most was that as a great mage of the Rakshasa tribe, his strength was even slightly inferior to that of Du Ning.
This is really too absurd and ridiculous!
"You are angry, you are really angry."
Du Ning smiled and said: "You are angry for the humiliation you have suffered, and even more angry for your own incompetence."
"Du Ning, I am not in good condition today. I don't have time to waste time with you here. I don't want to accompany you now. Next, I will officially launch an attack. I would like to see how we, the Rakshasa clan, treat us.
When we capture the border of your Yun Kingdom, can you, as a dignified human noble, still laugh!"
Mingchang was as angry as a wolf and a tiger, and many Rakshasa soldiers and generals were also furious.
"The three armies obey the order and attack the city for me!"
Mingchang was hysterical and issued the order to attack the city.
"Brothers, the human race has humiliated our noble Rakshasa tribe so much, then we will let these despicable human races know how powerful we are!"
"Capture the city, kill Du Ning, and take revenge!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill"
Many Rakshasa tribesmen had long been unable to bear the humiliation. Now, after receiving Mingchang's order, they immediately let out earth-shattering shouts of killing. Accompanied by the roar of war horses, the Rakshasa tribe's army attacked the border city of Yun Kingdom.<
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Mingchang is extremely confident in the Rakshasa army. He believes that with the strength of the Rakshasa army, they will be able to successfully attack the border city of Yun State.
At that time, Mingchang will have the opportunity to kill Du Ning and avenge his shame.
Thinking of this, Mingchang became extremely excited.
Although it has not been able to dampen the morale of the Yun Kingdom, the strength of the Rakshasa clan cannot be underestimated.
No matter how powerful the soldiers and horses of the Yun Kingdom are in battle, can they still compare with the Rakshasa army?
Mingchang didn't think about that at all. In his understanding, it was simply impossible.
"Haha... did you see it? This is the powerful army of our Rakshasa tribe. Let's see how you humans can resist it!"
Mingchang couldn't help laughing, his self-confidence was extremely high, and he showed deep contempt and disdain to the many generals guarding the city on the human border city wall.
Seeing this scene, Du Ning slowly flew back to the city wall with smooth blue clouds rising from his feet. He looked at the dark Rakshasa army launching an attack and raised a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"Prepare secret artillery and wait for the enemy to approach and kill them immediately." Du Ning issued the military order.
"Get the order."
The generals around him immediately conveyed Duning's order quickly.
"Come on! Brothers! Victory belongs to us!" the vanguard of the Rakshasa tribe roared.
"Victory belongs to us!"
"Victory belongs to us!"
Countless Rakshasa tribesmen also shouted in unison, their morale rising, and the weapons in their hands shone with cold light.
But they didn't pay too much attention. The mysterious cannon on the city wall was already aimed at the Rakshasa army below the city.
In their eyes, the things on the city wall are just a pile of scrap metal used for decoration.